Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He takes a deep breath “You’re right, I just don’t know what to do, and that makes me not want to be near anyone anymore.”
*Cut for Salem.*
“Sounds like a good man who will enjoy every moment of life with you.” He smiles “I’m happy for you Lilac.”
She takes the glass, draining it slowly while looking them up and down “If you say so.” She stands up, looking down to them “How about something less… cursed?”
"I left Honkachu due to the stagnation and the low-key racism that pervades the whole place. Nearly every corrupt leader was someone other than a strugel, which of course is used as a statistic for modern politicians. No one else is allowed to own businesses on the island, and they're regarded with great suspicion if they do anything beyond the most basic tourism. It's a meritocracy, too, so your ability to provide the best service determines your ability to lead for some Volsdadt-damned reason. At least we have a power struggle so evil people need to actually work for their rulership."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The handful of mannequins in the workshop all turn their heads in unison to look right at Felix as soon as he enters the building, silently watching him. "Made 'em myself! Each and every one of these darling horrific creations has a unique design."
"It wasn't worth the risk to keep him around." It replies simply, as though talking about the weather. "Too many powerful beings looking for him, and he had already played his part in what's to come. This was the only way it could have ended without worse consequences."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Thank you. Trust me when I say I'll almost surely outlive you, so you don't need to worry about losing me. I died once. Didn't like it."
"While that is just your choice... could I make a suggestion?" He hugs back with similar gentleness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well... what do you like to do? Maybe doing something you enjoy will help make the complex feelings more understandable." She replies.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“I wasn’t worried about that, I certainly will die soon enough, I want it to be a surprise though. That’s how I like it.” He smiles widely, his eyes filled with a killers coldness.
He nods, looking up to them, continuing to hug them “Of course… y-you can suggest whatever you want. I’ll listen to you.”
"...well... I mean... not really..." Their patches and glyphs become far more luminous.
Rio stands at the entrance to the hall, making sure Mac doesn't do anything he oughtn't to.
Mauric offers a handshake.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Cool! Have you ever tried to make one you could eat? People would pay big money to see those!" He seems excited. "Wait, no, it's your art, you can do what you want. I shouldn't try and take the reigns."
"But you said all beings deserve love and care. You were among the only ones doing that for him. He trusted you, and you betrayed him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I don’t… I like to make vases sometimes… maybe I can do that.” He says, looking to his hands, the cracks on them with confusion and a little loss.
He smiles widely back at her, patting her head “That sounds wonderful, I hope he lives a long and happy life with you, every day better than the last.”
She licks her extraordinarily long fangs “I would like that, I haven’t had anything like that in a long time.”
He looks up. "Oh. Do you not want to live?"
He looks down with his glittering blue eyes, a gentle smile on his lips. "I want you to come to my class. I have plenty of kids your age there. They'll love you. I teach them to accept others. No matter what. I think you could make some friends there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I don’t care if I live or die, if I die I wasn’t strong enough to live, if I live I get to fight once more.” He says, putting his drink down “Even the strongest die, and I’d like to die a warrior’s death.”
He looks up to them, and for a moment his eyes are confused before beginning to cry into their shirt “T-thank you so much. I-I would love to.”
"Eh, it's cool. I was benefiting from the broken systems, and I decided I didn't want to be a part of it. I left because I wanted to come back someday and try and make some reform. I actually returned for a bit after you supposedly died. I couldn't make a dent. If anything, it just got worse. They even looked at me with suspicion. Anyway, I don't want to bore you with more politics that I don't fully understand."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels